I wrote like a madman
Poured my whole soul into it
At least what I thought was my soul
Didn’t answer the phone
Forgot to shave and didn’t brush my teeth
Struggled to find my muse in the bottle
Only to get drunk earlier than usual
Strived to make great literature
Out of the mad scramble
Sloshing around in my head
As a dirty stray dog stuck his head
Through the hole in my front-door screen
I thought of the women I had been with
Their thighs, buttocks, and breasts
Their soft warm skin and shrill laughter
There might be a line or two in it
Sex always works, even in a poem
That is supposed to be literature
Maybe I should rot in prison
With a life sentence as an
Accessory to murdering art
Spend my days stamping license plates
Instead of harboring the illusion
Of being a creator of literature
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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I sit here impressed, in my cell the sewing of tea-bags cannot compare with the macho of number plates.... envious.... maybe i should try a more serious crime next time.
Thank you da, the way You write they would never put you in jail, they would give you a medal!
A fine write Fred. w may go barmy if in a factory, such as putting on bottle tops all day, and nothing more. Though a robot usually does that now.
Talking of robots, and non-living things, I felt sorry for a lamp-post out on a winter's night one day. They'll take me away soon - men in white coats! lol.
Thanks Orchie, don't feel sorry for lamp-posts. At least they are still standing, don't have to worry about any virus, and have no mortgage to pay!
Thanks Fred. Oohh, let's take up a career, or come of retirement, and be a lamp-post then! heehee.
In your case that would be a singing lamp-post then.
Enjoyed reading Stamping License . I thought it was a confessional poem. Nicely written.
Mahalo rr, the only thing I will confess to is bad writing! 🙂
Fred, we're are doing our best, however, we do pour our heart into what we write and do our best to convey our thoughts and feelings.
this is so much bigger and far better than you might give yourself credit for my friend... License plate stamping nah...
gimme thighs, buttocks n breasts any day of the week... stay safe Fred.... Neville
Thanks Neville, I do hope you will get all the t,b&b you can handle!!!
Take care!
Bless ya.... you too..
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